I can hear Santa coming. I can’t live without him! – even the sound of his footsteps is enchanting – I could go mad, I’m so happy.

We need a new kind of Christmas. If we can’t make it new it’s better to have none.

I’m in mourning for my life. I’m unhappy…because it’s Christmas and it’s not snowing..because of global warming.

Will Christmas ever be the same again? Who can tell?

Feelings as delicate as tiny flowers.